out of the dark into the light

Richie Tozier hasn’t spoken a word to anybody since he came to Derry in the middle of the school year. Until he talks to Eddie Kaspbrak.

Previous chapters: Chapter one. Chapter two. Chapter three. Chapter four. Chapter fiveChapter six.

Chapter seven.

It is two days to Christmas. Richie lies and Eddie doesn’t know why. Richie disappears and Eddie doesn’t know where to—and Eddie would call but Richie’s only got Eddie’s phone number, not the other way around. It has been days without word from Richie, and all Eddie can do is hope he is okay. Passing by the big brown house is enough, Eddie supposes; when he is walking down the street he stares up toward the second story window, the one from which music erupts. And Eddie just knows. Richie plays bass from his bedroom in the big brown house. He wants to separate himself, for whatever reason, doesn’t want to talk to Eddie, or hang out.

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“I have done it,“ she says. At first I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. A C H I L L E S, it reads. And beside it, P A T R O C L U S.
"Go,” she says. “He waits for you.”

In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

Truth Hurts

Part One?

Bucky x Reader Angsty Short

A/N: Wrote this on a whim (hence why it’s so short) and might write a second part (because I have a backstory already thought out). Don’t know yet…

You sat motionlessly in the modern chair. You matched the stillness of your surroundings, remaining hidden in the shadows of the dark room. Footsteps echoed in the hallway and your eyes studied the closed door. Each and every scenario played out in your head. Your mind fixated on the worst, however you knew that wasn’t the case. No matter the man’s skills, you were better. You were faster. You lacked morality. You had to.

The footsteps paused for a brief moment before the door swung open. The lights switched on as the man entered his room and to the untrained eye, a knife magically appeared in his hand. You fought off a smirk knowing he had been carrying it around with him all day. A sense of assertion wanted you to laugh and steal the knife away, but you couldn’t. No emotions. Not with him.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Confusion, anger, and pain were noticeable in his voice.

“Steve called me.” You remained still. “We need to talk.”

“About what?” He set the knife down; your eyes caught a faint glisten of metal under a midnight colored glove. 

“Moving on.” Your chest tightened and you adjusted your wording. “You’re not the Winter Soldier anymore, that’s behind you.”


“No.” You sat forward. You knew every word you were going to say would rip and tear and shred yourself in his eyes, and in yours. But Steve asked you to do this, you were the only one who could. “You’re James Buchanan Barnes.”

“That’s not who I am anymore.” Bucky whispered.

“Get over it.” Your hands instinctively tightened around the armrests and your nails indented the plastic. “You killed people, so what? Yeah, that sucks, but they’re dead. They’re dead, James, you couldn’t stop it and you can’t change it. They’re gone, they can’t be brought back.”

His eyes were trained on the ground. He opened his mouth to speak but you beat him to it.

“And don’t give me that ‘but I did it, I killed them’ bullshit. Yeah, you did. You can’t change that, James! It happened, all you can do now is move forward. Because if you hadn’t killed them, we both know damn well someone else from Hydra would have.”

Tears formed in his eyes and you begged yourself to stop but you couldn’t. Sometimes you had to break a person to fix them.

“And you know what, you’re right. Everything, everything, that has happened is because of you. Hydra becoming what they did and infiltrating SHIELD? That’s because of you, that’s because of the Winter Soldier and everything you did as him. Howard’s death? You. The entire fall of SHIELD? You. Breaking apart the team and Steve losing his shield? You. This all happened because of you. Everything.” You shoved yourself up from the chair and walked towards the door. 

Bucky sat slumped over in his. His breathing was uneven and his hands covered his face. A few tears fell to the floor before he could stop them. His body shook as he took in another breath. An ache as sharp as a knife plunged into your chest and raced down into your stomach. Spots filled your vision and nausea swirled your mind. You stopped before leaving and steadied your voice before speaking the words that you had been waiting to say, ones that you knew would help him. 

“But without you…what exists now, what we all have now, happiness, admiration, teamwork, friendship, love…it wouldn’t exist. Without you, we’d be nothing.” 

Joe Alwyn - Boys by Girls interview (Spring 2017)

Walking home. They trudge home with aching soles and lifting souls, when the street lights are on, but it’s not quite dark yet. The boy’s thoughts escape to the past as his toes point forwards, step-by-step mumbles shuffling through empty harmonies. His stride quickens towards the place where the music is his own and the smell is his washing powder. Joe Alwyn is fresh out of drama school, living with his mum and treading on the heels of Hollywood.

The acting industry; an invitation to explore new worlds and understand different perspectives, to find a temporary home in an unfamiliar situation. Playing the eponymous 19-year-old in ‘Billy Lynn’s Long Halftime Walk’, Joe was offered the hand of director Ang Lee, who roams through imagined landscapes, from the remote stretches of ‘Brokeback Mountain’ to the expansive reflections of ‘Life of Pi’. Taking his first steps on America; soil for his debut film, Joe marched in the boots of a US soldier who loses his story to the nation. In this homecoming photo shoot back in London, in the broad days of peace, we see Joe’s humble vision beneath the character. This is his own narrative.

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Simple (Pt 1)

A multipart story for @teradoration

tendrils of lighting gripped the sky, brightening a small town bordering a lush forest for just a second. The flash of lightening caused a sharp reflection in a nearby lake, as well as the windows of many of the small houses in the cold town. Many, if not all of the windows were dark or dim, as all of the residents had nestled down for the night, cosied in their beds, resting after long days of work or play, eyes shut tight and lost in dreams. All, that is, accept two pairs of eyes gazing out of a bright window, reflecting the flashes of lightening.

Inside, on a large fluffy bed adjacent to the window, the two sat, snuggled into each other as they looked outside, completely silent save for the blasting heater in the corner of the room. One figure was an average human, a peppy girl that couldn’t stay still very long, accept for moments like this. held in her lovers embrace, she could sit for hours doing nothing. Her lover, the other figure, was an average Demon, a fuzzy and lanky being with animal like features, who who was constantly worried about anything, living or dead.

To their own species, neither of them were very attractive or special, but that didn’t matter to them. They ment the world to each other. In their eyes, the other was as perfect as could be.

The silence was broken by a deep and soft voice, with an accent so thick the words would have been hard to understand for anyone but his human.

“Reminding me of scary part of your romance novels”

The human wiggled just a bit to look back into the deep crimson eyes of the demon, both confused and embarrassed at the mention of her old books.

“What do you mean?”

He scratched his chin as he looked at her, and then back into the dark sky.

“Rain and thunder always starts when all the bad stuff gets worse. Regret setting between the star crossed lovers because of a simple mistake. It’s painful and scary, got hurt by a situation they’ll never truly heal from”

There was a long silence between them before she spoke.

“Only you would be scared of something like that for fictional characters when you know they’re going to get better anyway”

She paused to turn and face him before continuing.

“Plus, rain has never brought anything bad for us” she said as she pulled herself into a hug, burying her face in his neck fluff, the hair tickling her cheeks. She let out a long yawn and she could feel the heat from her breath melt I to his fur. He smirked to himself as he wrapped his arms around her, and did his best to warm her. He felt her say something, but it got muffled in his fur. She immediately pushed herself away to speak again.

“Can you please sing me to sleep?”

He plucked a loose hair of his that stuck to the corner of her mouth and flicking it away before he nodded, and leaned in close to her ear. She closed her eyes and waited for the fermiliar sound. After a second or two, before the sound from his mouth could ever be registered, she heard it her mind, first from the deep corners of imagination, a long, deep echo. Then it had gotten louder and more detectable. A single held note, deep and infinate pierced her mind as it flowed through her consciousness, pulling with it a staticky darkness that she invited before the blackness of sleep and the comforting sound took over completely. Before she knew it, she was deep asleep in a dream that almost none could wake her from

The demon chuckled to himself, as he saw her sides rise and fall slowly into a steady rhythm, and placed a delicate kiss on his humans forehead, before whispering

“Sweetest dreams to you, my queen”

Before he knew it, he had recently fallen asleep with her in his embrace

And now, a ficlet by my friend claire..

Melkor’s dark gaze swept across the plains and up into the smoke of a million fires as his hands, already wrought around the balcony, grew whiter with tension and force. “Burn,” he growled, flames dancing in the light of his eyes and blotting out his pupils, “All of this, burn!" 

And Sauron, at his side, set down the tea kettle. "Cream and sugar?” He asked pleasantly.


My dear Julian,

The brightness has never called to me. Darkness and shadows are by far more known and preferred, easier to slip in and out, easier to hide what I do not want found.

Even in exile I do not find that I miss the light of home, for I am constantly reminded of its harsh reality every moment on this station. Exposed has only ever been the feeling I’ve had with so much light.

Yet you remind me of the radiance of the stars themselves, rivaling the beauty of the wormhole and the warmth of a summer day. You shine as if you are my personal sun, and I, the lone planet trapped in your orbit.

Like a star’s gravity I am helpless but to spin around you, basking in your rays when you smile, enduring the radiation of your company. Even now I feel myself drifting closer, closer, until I will be pulled to my destruction by your hands.

I find myself apathetic to its inevitability, so long as I can experience your brilliance a moment more. You cannot know how it feels to open my eyes and find you there, cannot possibly feel the pull I am bound in. You burn so brightly it’s almost blinding.

But the vastness of space is dark and infinite, and someday your light will go out. I wish to never see that day, so naturally I know that I will. Oh, what an experience it would be to watch you implode. One last burst of light and warmth before you go cold. Cold as I have been for as long as memory. Longer. For all that I wish to teach you, I do not wish to part that lesson.

So please, do not shine too brightly.

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Turkey Day Reylo Angst!

Okay so like… while Kylo and Rey take out the praetorian guards she keeps having painful stutters in her power until she has a Force vision—and finds out some horrible news via Snoke unlocking the barrier in her mind when he tortured her, the barrier that Kylo couldn’t push through before. She goes absolutely batshit berserk from the combination of the darkside torture and her defensive barrier gone, revealing the truth: she had accidentally kiled the parents she was waiting for, along with many others, in a Force rage when she was 5 years old.

The ship’s destruction is imminent. In the midst of Rey’s explosive onslaught Kylo stares through the flames and the wreckage. There is still a clear route to the escape pods, but not for long. He steps towards Rey, sensing her immense anguish of giving into the dark side. She is screaming, unable to see through her tears… the pain is intense and palpable. Suddenly her eyes shoot open, her mind calms for just a moment and she sees Kylo in front of her; he is breathless, sweating, as if it took everything he had to fight into her raging mind and grab its attention. She clenches her outstretched hand around his image and screams “Get away from me!!!” He immediately holds his hand out to her, his expression determined but soft, almost angelically so. There is no judgment in his dark unblinking eyes, no disappointment, no fear. Only hope.

“Rey,” his voice is the gentlest she’d ever heard it. “We have to get out of here.”


-No grief for Lips? -I’m wearing black underwear. -You know, it’s legal for me to take you down to the station and sweat it out of you under the lights. -I sweat a lot better in the dark.
#noirvember 🖤#goodnight #sweetdreams
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Monster's Lack of Love (Darkiplier x reader)

Author’s Note: I am sorry it is so short but I didnt really know what you wanted. I tried my best, if you want a rewrite let me know!

Warnings: Short, mental abuse, bad relationship.

You had always known falling for a demon had been a horrid idea. They were rage filled creatures that found joy in sucking the happiness out of people. Dark however had always seemed different.

You two met each other randomly and even after finding he was a demon, you still jumped into a relationship with him. Through all the rage, hatred, you stayed. How you regretted it.

It had been a normal night. The moon shined through your open windows casting its beautiful light onto your floor. All was well as you read your book peaceful until the familiar sense of dread filled the living room. The lights flickered and a dark fog cloud appeared, dispersing when Dark’s human form appeared. His normal well put together suit was coated in crimson. hair disheveled and an angry look flashing across his eyes. The air around you suddenly seemed suffocating.

“Hello.” You greeted nervously as you set your book down beside you. Seeing the demon in such a state was uncommon and to be honest scared you.

“Why are you humans so reckless?” Dark asked. His once smooth voice, rough and hate filled. You stood slowly as the demon took a step towards you. “You are so fragile yet your kind undermines me, how easy you all are to manipulate.”

“What?” Your tone reflected your hurt confusion. Was he insulting you?

“Except you.” Dark snarled, appearing in front of me. His eyes were dark. “You of all humans.” Something snapped in my mind, fear and realization that the man…demon I loved was evil.

“You’re a monster”

I whispered. “I love a monster.” Dark grinned at my words something evil in his eyes.

“Maybe I was wrong. Maybe you can be broken.” He wondered aloud.

“I don’t love you anymore.“

His words stung, my heart shattering into pieces. This wasn’t Dark. At least the wasn’t the Dark I fell in love with. My words died in my throat and this only made the demon laugh more. “You are just like them.”He snarled, lights flickering around us.


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Hoseok Imagine: Vacation

(This is the following part to the BTS Scenario: Getting ready for vacation)

Genre: fluff / smut

Warnings: light smut

You arrived in Tokyo at 5PM. Hobi and you went to your hotel to put your luggage down and to get dressed up for your dinner. You showered and put your dress and make up on. When you went outside of the bathroom you saw your boyfriend in a suit. „Woah Hoseok, I didn’t know you were going out like this!“. You went to a cute little restaurant at a corner. The whole time Hobi was smiling. „Jagiya you look so pretty in that dress“ he said with a dark glance. You knew what that meant. Back at the hotel you wanted to go to the bathroom but suddenly Hoseok took your wrists and pushed you against the wall. Hoseok started kissing your neck and holding your waist. Your hands rested on the back of his neck. He started to unzip your dress at your back and pulled it down. You started unbuttoning his shirt. His abs were revealed. Your boyfriend carried you onto the bed and removed his pants and boxers. You saw how hard he was. He crawled onto you opened your bra and pushed your underwear off. You couldn’t move because of his weight. Hoseok was on his elbows and started kissing your neck. You were waiting for this for a long time and you were so happy that you had someone like Hoseok.

- Seagull 2

eddsworldtj  asked:

23(mine is heights and lighting/thunder)

Oo gee some of them might be personal? But oh well

Thunderstorms,going outside alone(it’s very quiet!), huge bugs,heights, deep ocean (can’t fuckin swim),darkness,people turning their backs on me,dissapointing my family, scared of coming out to my family, and getting hit :)

The full moon shines on them,
Those restless souls
Moving to the rhythm of the night;
They are under Her watchful eye

It is on nights like these
That She decides to grace them
With Her presence;
In places where the lights are muted
And the music flows with
The clink of beer bottles,
Where smoke curls off used cigarettes;
This is where She feels at home.

Her hair is black as the night
Her skin, a silvery gold;
Her face, round and hidden
Her clothes, dark and denim
The youth is one with Her

When the music is gone,
And the night has almost passed,
It is time for Her to return to the sky,
For Her to rest as Her brother takes over

And then She sees
Out of the corner of Her one eye
One of the souls She watches over
Turning into something sinister:

Inside a small, small taxi
Is a man planting unwanted kisses,
On someone’s neck;
She pushes him away:
Perverted affection at its worst

Mayari’s eyes cloud over.

It is time for Her to seethe.
She curses him,
Never to sing another song,
To lose his voice
And gain infamy in its place
How dare he, how dare he,
Make Her his muse
Only to hurt one of Her own?
How dare he, how dare he,
Taint someone made of moonlight?

For She is not of empty threats,
She who commands the tides
That turn into torrents,
Whose darkness consumes all,
Whose light all the witches
And crones of the night do swear upon

She is the moon,
And yet She is also strife.
She’s fury,
She’s rage,
She’s war,
And She does not take prisoners.

You poor, pitiful men
Your worms, you slugs,
You slimy, wretched things:
Wherever the moonlight touches,

You are not safe from Her wrath.

Day 247

It’s still dark. The power has been out for a few months now. Our food supply has been running thin and rations are much smaller. Everyone is losing their minds; nobody knows when life is going to return to normal again. The flyers continue to lose and nobody remembers when they last won.

Maybe next time they win the light will return.

Prompt #22 (Monster): Child’s Fear

((Yay Thanksgiving shenanigans and makeup days))

When she was a very little girl, a monster lived in Dark Autumn’s room.

Her father didn’t believe this, and told her it was only her imagination. He opened the closet before tucking her in for the night, to show her nothing was inside. He looked under the bed with her, to show her nothing was there.

She couldn’t convince him that it came in through the window after the lights went out, slithering in along the wall and lurking in the corners, just waiting. He merely shrugged and made sure the window was latched, and considered the problem solved.

Her mother fashioned small lights, one at the window, one on the stand by her bed, to keep the monster away. Father thought this was a waste of time, and only prolonged the fear.

“If she must face it,” Mother said. “It must be on her own terms, when she is ready. The light will help, for now.”

Her older siblings were mostly busy with their own childhood troubles, and the younger ones were too small to be a concern. Dark was on her own in this.

One night, after upsetting one of her brothers over dinner, he snuck in as she was drifting off to sleep. He turned off the light by the window before opening it, and then turned off the light by the bed, rousing Dark. “I hope the monster eats you,” he hissed.

It was a childish sort of mean, one he wouldn’t remember the next day, but for Dark it was terrifying, and she let out a screech as he dashed out, closing the door. By the time she reached it, she heard the click of the lock outside. She grabbed the doorknob and rattled it, to no avail.

She heard a skittering behind her, and her angry shout became a whimper.

Maybe if she didn’t turn around. Maybe then it would be all right. Just pretend it didn’t exist.

There was a shuffle noise, and a tiny squeak as the light by the window clattered over.

Dark prayed to Nophica for aid. She could maybe get the light by the bed back on, if she could get to it. But that meant turning around, and moving across the room, and maybe the monster would get her.

No other choice, though.

Dark swallowed and turned, knowing it was four whole steps to her nightstand. Her eyes were adjusting to the darkness, but she couldn’t see or hear anything now. She just knew she wasn’t alone in the room.

One step. Two. Three.

Something was on the bed. She was sure of it. She stood, just an arm’s span away from the stand, trembling. If she could just get to the light…

Dark took a deep breath, and made the final step.

The monster squeaked and she heard it land on the floor and skitter to the wall.

Dark fumbled with the little light, until it finally glowed softly, not illuminating much, but just enough. She held it up. “Oh-okay, vilekin!” she said as loudly as she could manage. “Get out!”

The dust bunny—its ears not yet grown out entirely, its body not nearly the size of a full spriggan yet—squeaked again, and tried to jump up onto the chest under the window to escape.

Dark stared. Outside, she heard her father ask her brother about the commotion—it had been only a few minutes, though to the little girl it had felt forever—and the door unlocked.

Light from the hallway spilled into the room and the dust bunny shrieked and fled.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Father said. “Dark, go sleep with your mother tonight. I’ll go clear out whatever nest that little bugger came from. And I’m going to need an assistant.” He glowered down at the brother who had locked Dark’s door, the boy’s face getting a bit ashen.

Dark went to her parents’ room, her mother sitting in bed reading. She looked up. “Everything all right, dear?”

As Dark climbed into the bed, she explained what had happened. Mother listened, and hugged her tightly. “Well, I’m glad that’s all this monster was; it’s a good thing your father’s taking care of it now. You were very brave, Dark.”

“It’s just a little baby spriggan. It didn’t even have its teeth yet,” she said, yawning as she curled next to her mother.

“Still more dangerous than I like in my house, and near my children. But you shone the light on it, and scared it away. Remember that, Dark, no matter how bad things get.

The little girl nodded sleepily, the words taking on an echoing quality, until it didn’t even sound like her mother’s voice anymore, but something far bigger.

“The light will always be there when you need it.”

“Beyond the window is a vista wholly alien to terrestrial nature and perhaps to all that we deem human. Outside is a gorgeous kingdom of glittering colors and velvety jungle-shapes, a realm of contorted rainbows and twisted auroras. Hyper-radiant hues are calmed by the glass, so that their strange intensity does not threaten the chromatic integrity of the world within. Some stars, colored from the most spectral part of the spectrum, blossom in the high darkness. The outer world glistens in stellar light and is mirrored by gleams from within each labyrinthine form. And upon the window’s surface is the watery reflection of a lone figure gazing out at this otherworldly paradise.”

Thomas Ligotti, “Les Fleurs”

‘And you, Ring-bearer… For you I have prepared this.’ She held up a small crystal phial: it glittered as she moved it, and rays of white light sprang from her hand. 'In this phial is caught the light of Eärendil’s star, set amid the waters of my fountain. It will shine still brighter when night is about you. May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out.’ ~ J.R.R. Tolkien

Poetry Account - Please Read

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This is not a happy account. I’m putting out things that are very personal to me and are extremely dark. In my bio I listed some of the trigger warnings but I want to just say now, if you are triggered by depression, suicide, self harm, or eating disorders, then don’t follow it. It’s not going to be light. Please take care of yourself and know whether it’s a good idea to check it out or not.

I posted a few poems already, some light, but others extremely dark. I just wanted to get it out there so you know what to expect. If you don’t like the poems out now, don’t follow it.

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